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"Dude, what the hell you need cologne for anyway?" Devine asked.
"To smell good!"
"Well, you smell like you got drowned in the ocean. Women like manly stuff better. The uniform should be enough to get you dates anyway," Stone pointed out.
"I'm in a dry spell," Patterson muttered, straightening up the folders on his desk in his usual OCD manner. Stone guessed the dry spell was due to the guy's attitude toward cleanliness and organization rather than his looks. The kid was average looking, of decent height and stature, with dark hair and hazel eyes, and should have been seeing more action since he got on the force. Inspiration struck. "Hey, you know what chicks love? Dogs. You need to get a dog."
Patterson shuddered. "I hate dogs. They smell and mess up your house. No way."
"Fuck you, then, rookie. I'm trying to help."
Devine cackled.
Stone let out an aggravated breath. For God's sake, his time was up and he still hadn't managed to find a temporary home for Pinky. Didn't anyone have hearts anymore? What was wrong with the public when no one wanted to help an innocent, battered animal?
Bastards.
"Why are you suddenly worried about a dog?" his partner asked suspiciously. "You hate dogs. Is this because you're trying to get Arilyn into bed?"
Was it? No. He'd bed her anyway, but he couldn't let her down. He'd promised. Stone glared at his friend. "Nah. I told her I'd take care of it."
Devine nodded. Both of them understood the power of a promise. A man's word meant shit in today's society, but they still believed in the dream. Kind of medieval, maybe, but if it was the only thing he brought to this world as his footprint, he'd go to the grave trying. "You're screwed, man. Everyone's busy and broke. No one takes dogs in for a few weeks and gives them up."
Arilyn did. Time and time again. She spent her money and her time and never questioned or whined.
Stop thinking about her.
The wedding was tomorrow. She was babysitting that other dog, and Anthony had run out of options. So had Stone.
On cue, his cell rang.
Cursing, he answered. "Yeah?"
"Did you find a place for Pinky?"
He closed his eyes. With his next words, he'd put himself on a path of regret and inconvenience and aggravation he really didn't need.
Fuck.
"Yeah. I'll take her for the two weeks."
He heard her breath catch. Then her voice--rich, silky, melodic--poured out of the receiver. "Thank you, Stone. I know what it cost you to do this. And I'll never forget it."
Oh, yeah, she was good. Real good. And he was toast. "Yeah. Sure. What do I need to do?"
"I'll bring her over in the morning. I'll have all the stuff you need, and I'll help you, I swear. You won't regret this."
Yeah. He would. He hated dogs, was terrified of them, and now he was sheltering one in his bachelor pad. Ugh.
"Arilyn?"
"Yeah?"
He gave a low growl. "You better make this worth it."
Stone wondered if she'd get pissy with him or hang up. Instead, she drawled her answer in a way that made his dick stiffen and his body go on full alert.
"I will. But you better bring it."
The phone clicked.
Hot damn.
Devine smirked. "Guess you're taking the dog, huh?"
"Guess so. You suck, Devine."
"Have fun at the wedding, Petty."
Stone walked off, grinning.
"KATE? THEY'RE READY."
Her friend turned, a smile lighting up her face. Arilyn forgot to breathe. The vision before her was familiar, yet not.
"How do I look?"
Arilyn shook her head, tears pricking her eyes. "So beautiful I can't even talk." Her silvery hair caught up in an elaborate twist, the veil spilled past her bare shoulders in bridal glory, highlighting the clean, elegant lines of the dress. Like Kate, the gown was classic, with its fitted bodice and a crisscross of shimmering pearls and diamonds cinching the waist, then falling gloriously to the floor in perfect sheer chiffon. The crystal-embedded peekaboo heels added to her graceful stature. She held a small bouquet of cocoa and pink roses.
Kennedy sniffed. "So beautiful that Slade will try to rush you through the reception. But we won't let him." With her rich caramel hair and sleek curves, the chocolate bridesmaid dress with its gorgeous pink sash looked perfect. They'd all been crazy over the dresses from the moment Kate showed them. With a flattering V-neck, the dark brown chiffon held a top layer of gold shimmer to make them look as if they were lit up. Dark pink accessories gave the classic color a unique makeover.
Slade's sister, Jane, fanned her hand in front of her face. "I don't want to ruin my makeup, but I'm so happy you came into our lives. Not only are you now family, but you helped me meet the love of my life."
Jane had signed up for Kinnections to meet her soul mate. In an effort to protect his sister from a broken heart, Slade had stormed in and demanded Kate match him to prove the business wasn't a scam. Kate did. With herself. Sometimes, when Arilyn was lonely at night, she'd think of Kate's story and soothe herself with the possibility that anything can happen.
Kate laughed. "Without you, I'd never have met Slade. I love you, Jane, just like a sister. And no crying or I'll never stop!" She steadied herself and drew in a deep breath. "Mom, tell them I'm ready."
Madeline, Kate's mother, gave a long sigh. "Are you sure you don't want some marijuana just for the walk down the aisle, sweetheart? I don't want you to be tense."
"Thanks for the offer, Mom, but I'll pass."
"If you're sure."
Jane giggled. "I'll check and make sure everyone's in place," she said, following Madeline out.
Arilyn moved next to Kate and took her hand. Kennedy grabbed the other one.
"This is it, ladies," Kate whispered. "Nothing will ever be the same."
Kennedy grinned. "Nope. It'll be even better."
Arilyn squeezed her hand. "Better than better. It'll be epic."
They all smiled at each other. Arilyn realized her friendship with these two women had changed her life and had given her strength, support, and much-needed humor. They'd built a business together, gone through heartbreak together, and were now moving on to pick their lifelong mates together.
Kate looked at them with love. "Let's do this."
They nodded. Then walked out of the room, together.
A FEW HOURS LATER, the reception was in full swing. Bear Mountain was ideal for a late fall wedding. The main lodge spread out over acres of property in rustic splendor, with the mountains in the backdrop. Winding paths encircled the large lake, and the trees were still clothed in colorful foliage. The weather held out and offered a crisp sixty-degree day with the dying sun drenching the woods in golden light and flickering warmth.
Arilyn knew she'd never forget the moment Kate began walking down the aisle. Instead of looking at her beaming friend, Kate found her attention grabbed by the groom. Elegant and handsome in his dark tuxedo, the once cynical lawyer who never believed in happy ever after watched his bride make her way toward him with tears shimmering in his eyes. Never taking his gaze off her, he ignored the faint ribbing of his groomsmen and stepped forward to take her hand from her mother's.
In that moment, Arilyn ached all over as if she had come down with a bad case of the flu. Joy and sheer envy choked her, along with a burning need to one day experience such love and devotion for herself. For always.
And then her gaze swung over to Stone.
He sat in the third aisle, eyes piercing into hers as though he knew her exact thoughts. Arilyn waited for him to look away. Duck his head. Ignore her raw want with a practiced ease.
Instead, he refused to retreat from her gaze, taking it all in, until she was the one who finally broke the spell.
"I like your friends."
She refocused her attention. The lively strains of popular music spilled from the huge speakers, and the DJ held the crowd with an expert ease. The b
allroom featured a huge fireplace, gorgeous bay windows with views of the mountains, and rich wood floors. The tables were decorated with endless candles in fall colors, miniature dark pink and chocolate roses, and gaily wrapped boxes of truffles.
"They like you, too. Especially the guys."
He arched a brow. "Why?"
She gave him a good-natured shove. "You called Slade a big crybaby. Guys love that stuff. They think you're funny."
"Do you think I'm funny?" he asked.
